We like finding obscure old rock songs in general, but this one particularly resonates with the restaurant world, because it is called Restaurant. Winterhawk, according to CD Baby, was a Native American band from San Francisco, who wore "fringed leather tunics, furs, feathers, and loincloths." Hot. Now that they mention it, we can't imagine playing those solos while wearing anything else. And how bout that chorus — "She's a walking, talking restaurant. Gimme chocolate." Ok then.
